Corona Devo 3083
It is Winter in Ohio...and so there are no leaves on the trees. Bare and bald trunks and branches stand naked in lines and clusters along the freeway, waiting for Spring buds and soon-to-come (Spring-to-come) green-leafed coverings. The trees are brownish-gray and completely barren. Without leaves, there is nothing much to see with them. Except hawks. I keep a hopeful eye out for hawks while on freeway drives throughout the entire year, but never are they more visible than when a tree's leaves have been stripped from its limbs. As we motored down the highway and zoomed-by tree after tree, I think I counted ten hawks during a forty-minute drive yesterday. In Spring and Summer and even Fall, they perch hidden among the foliage, but in Winter, their white hawk-chests give them away long before our vehicle passes them. The unleafed trees provide visibility to the hawk's beauty. The starkness allows for (makes-room-for) the revealing ...